How weird to hear the racket of a leaf blower in the woods. We met a fellow Sunday sojourner along the trail today who had lost a black cell phone so he said he was clearing leaves, looking for it. Really? Although a frequent runner here, the man with the blower hadn’t seen any sign of eagles. That, too, struck us as strange.
Is this Papa?
We observed this morning that the two eagles were more off than on the nest, dipping their wings and circling above the water beyond their tree. Either they hadn’t seen us or were unperturbed since they didn’t fly near where we sat. While hiking in, we twice passed two people with three black labs. Later, we could hear other humans talking in the distance. Once their voices drifted away, we listened to the eagles as they called softly to one another in their curious piping lingo. After a few more moments and some stellar (and lucky!) photography, we decided to head for home and leave Mama and Papa in peace, in hopes they might find some this cold day.
Is this Mama?